It's a gas

sorenbarrett

Bounding over one's steps,

Not far falls a tree with apples,

With the worm that gets the bird early

Here a bush in the hand is worth two birds,

At the end one comes to the road

Where the other is greener than the side of grass

Here one can cure an ounce of prevention with a pound of worth,

The rope at my end,

Like haystacks finding needles, and wind in the farts

In time nine saves a stich

And a pot of gold ends with a rainbow

  • Author: sorenbarrett (Offline Offline)
  • Published: July 27th, 2022 18:43
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Comments2

  • dusk arising

    A pleasure to be led astray by you in this way.

    • sorenbarrett

      Thank you dusk for your kind words

    • L. B. Mek

      'and that patient cheese
      awaits
      that backup, mouse...'
      (when we see and choose to affirm
      reality
      without airbrushing, those parts
      we're not too fond of
      then life's, as simple as smoke
      signals
      and self prevention, simply
      requires us to wear
      a few smile painted gas masks;
      for
      all that bul sht, of 'sayings'
      and their intention of narrowing
      our perspectives, can be laughed
      away
      as easily as Helios giggled, his helium
      in defiance, of all taking themselves
      too seriously
      for the truth is:
      'Gaiety, is wiser than wisdom'...)
      such a clever write
      really well realised
      thought provoking to say the least
      thank you! dear Poet

      • sorenbarrett

        Thank you L.B. A wise reply indeed. I always look forward to your input when poetry is for fun as well as therapy it is refreshing to hear the words of someone that understands.



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